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October 20 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Mark 13-14
Key Verse – Mark 13:37 And what I say unto you I say unto all, Watch.
FAITH IN GOD WHO INSTRUCTS US TO BE WATCHFUL
God instructs us to be watchful as His saved messenger
In our faith’s readiness against sin-caused danger
While He helps us share His Gospel with all, even to every stranger
By His mercy since He is our Redeemer and life-Changer.
God instructs us to be watchful as His soul-fisher
In our faith’s steadfastness to become a good finisher
While He restores us along His grace-propped refresher
By His guidance since He is our Shepherd and Nurturer.
God instructs us to be watchful as His called minister
In our faith’s protection under His standard’s shelter
While He leads us to stay in His will’s center
By His compassion since He is our Comforter Who does not falter.
God instructs us to be watchful as His truth-preacher
In our faith’s increase as we learn from Him, our Master Teacher
While He mentors to us, being wisdom-searcher
By His counsel since He is our knowledge-Enricher.
God instructs us to be watchful as His sincere follower
In our faith’s diligence because we are His love’s sower
While He directs us to overcome pride’s tower
By His grace since He is our source of power.
God instructs us to be watchful as His peace-maker
In our faith’s response to serve Him against commitment-wrecker
While He secures us against guilt that is a heart breaker
By His sanctification since He is our miracle worker.
God instructs us to be watchful as His Word-hearer
In our faith’s firmness as we listen against unbelief’s stirrer
While He speaks to us for our commitment to be His light-bearer
By His Scriptures since He is our Lord Who draws us to Him nearer.
October 20, 2025
Part of me says yes, yes, yes to a hot air balloon ride.
The other part shrieks NO! Because we know what could happen.
It happened once in Iowa, and the photos were on the front page of newspapers.
The balloon had burned up and the people had fried. I was about eight.
I can’t, I lie, simultaneously desperately wanting to take a ride in one.
They coax, they cajole, they tease me for years, begging and grinning.
Eventually the right persuader came along, and somehow got me on one.
We were like birds, floating effortlessly in the air. The wind gentler up here.
I felt like I was in heaven, watching the quilt of the land get smaller.
The silence was the most amazing refresher I had ever felt.
A loud sigh came out of me; my stress disappeared, my backache was gone.
I never wanted to return to the land of the walkers; I was an eagle now.
*Image of Blowing Bubbles by Pixabay.
Blowing Bubbles
(Collective, Coordinate, and Create)
Complacency lies within my stronghold,
a campaign against relentless pressure,
of vague outlooks for a better threshold,
ere I chanced some fields as a refresher.
An unbarred gateway proposes choices,
on precipice edge, stood I unafraid,
beforehand plucked via inner voices,
immersed midst crowds and not a renegade.
Flexible me changed my apprehensions,
once a loose rock in a dry riverbed,
my comfort zone without trepidations,
till spate rolled and mold and I got ahead.
Match I, my concerns, then welcome anew,
for change on its own force dreams to be true.
2020 November 28
*1st Place*
ALL YOURS (Mar 26)
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2021 March 26
Imagine.....
Scrunched lazily in a bed of your chosen leaves each and every night
To pacify your senses in the richness of earthy-scented legacies
Our ecstasy would prompt our dreams to drift away the moonlight
In nature's cupboard saturating us to delight
In this splendiferous ornamental landscape potpourri
Favorites......
There is of course dark green BAY, the pungent sweet shiny leaf
Loved in soups, stews and sauces and decorative wreaths
CILANTRO serves us tasty signals of subtle, herbal, lemony bright
When cooking in our kitchens playground with recipes just right
MINT is the refresher both clean and sharp - so snappy
Essential to the gum we chew, it makes our toothpaste happy
EUCALYPTUS is strong and bittersweet so conspicuously alive
Its medicine embraces our care in illness and with health to survive
PEPPERTREE stuns our tongues devilishly it tastes so hot and tangy
Rudely smacking our senses sharply burning us to the third degree
VERBENA lulls you to a deeper earthly perfume, lusty and titillating
A citrus romance for salacious hearts and sultry languishing
THYME and SAGE mixes well with much especially ROSEMARY and PARSLEY
It is the herbal gift to our Thanksgiving table as we are wise to use it sparsely
PINE has needles long and thin, its woodland floor fusion creates the pathway
For a long journeys venture of our illusions of forest and stream far away
A bed of leaves to lay ourselves each and every night
A gift of dreams these scented legacies, its ecstasy to our senses delight
November 13, 2019
Scented Leaves Poetry Contest
Sponsor Kim Rodriguez
The sun was so bright today.
The feel of it on my skin
like the feel of your smile
a happy day.
Even though you are not here
but you are…
The wind blows, the breeze ruffles my hair
like your heart touched mine
mother of my soul,
refresher of my wasteland.
Not birthed from your loins
but from your heart and mind
Mime, mother mine.
Gone where Jewish cherubs go
Oh, ye of the Buddha cheek.
lover of all life.
Ye with the bucket of vegetable soup
ever at the ready to nourish
what your sweetness could not..
Beloved, my angel by so many.
Remembered, my angel for the world of love
you poured into the cups of mind.
If charity had a face, it would be yours, Mime.
If you told me you on your way
I'd have told you stay a little longer
Atleast one more day
To tell you bye or tell stories longer
Either way it won't be easy letting you go
Cause you had so much ahead of you
I remember how we used to go,
On and on of what you had dreamed of for you
A new chapter had just began in your life
A refresher that's why we called you a fresher
Cause it was your first year into this new life
Only for that chapter to close soon after,
It's sad that we had to hear from your mum
That she'd not heard from you and got concerned
Only for your mum to go look around, and as a mum
In the mortuary was the last place to go around
Your death has got me questioning alot of things
But for now I wanted to send all our thoughts your way
And perhaps to send you all the things,
we have in our hearts so that you shine on your way
The PO£T
we awoke to five machine guns
staring at us
all were American made
therein a comfort
another American in a foreign land
the caveat, Federales were holding them
we were naked
Sally from the Alley and i
wanted to ask us a few questions
i made my way to my pants
promising God, if you would
get me out of this one
i will never touch another drop
the caveat, never promise in haste
as she arose
five machine guns followed her
half-naked across the room
the caveat, opportunity invites celerity
quickly i slipped my grip on the rum
two swallows down
Paul's epistle to Timothy
a little wine for thy stomach's sake
and your frequent ailments
such as my hangovers
on the other bed lay
Tennyson, Kerouac, Yeats, Dickinson
playing deaf and dumb
along with a quarter pound of smoke
i will give you five to one
they take the smoke
and leave the poets alone
the caveat, they did
well gentlemen say i
none spoke English
i will give you five to one
i will get out of this
God pities drunks and idiots
already two get-out-of-jail-free cards
i did after hours of questioning
a refresher course on Mexican law
and the realization come morning
the reason for all of this
i would be burying another friend
because of alcohol
just when you have life figured
it slaps the smile away
Fergus Falls 96 The Patient Stones
“The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom...You never know what is enough until you know what is more than enough.” William Blake, Proverbs of Hell
Friday is a free day
We are off work.
Last year on the first week
My principal volun-told me for an extra duty
and I had an all-day workshop on this Friday
So while everyone else had the whole day off
I was held captive from 8:30 to 3:30
I received a summons on Friday
I was invited to a MANDATORY refresher course
all day this Friday.
I sent back a sweet note
saying if they wanted to appoint another person to this duty
I would gladly back out, but I am unavailable on Friday.
I did not think it was fair, when it was not even my idea.
Weirdly enough
I almost immediately received a missive
saying it was no problem
Since I had already been trained, I could skip this training.
We need a refresher course in mercy and love.
For once again, we've allowed Fascism
to raise its ugly head; while we stayed silent!
Life is harsh, and pain is a part of it.
But, so too is love!
Often, feelings of compassion surface
only to be ignored;
as we retreat to the darker corners of our minds.
Our voice is powerful, combined with others.
Yet, we feel it'll make no difference,
so, we choose to stay mute.
Our fears and frustrations
cower like subordinate shadows
ashamed to be seen.
We are all tethered to our feelings,
and when we allow our humanity full rein:
Hope summons sensations that can alter our reality.
We need to metaphorically
sever the political head of Medusa:
so our hearts no longer turn to stone;
under the intolerant gaze of bigots.
And reaffirm that our moral foundation
is an extension of our faith:
and that we will no longer remain silent.
At our passing, it's our souls God will judge;
not our political affiliations.
I have seen hoarders. I need a refresher though.
Today.
Right now.
As I decide to give up because this
bedroom is too much for me.
There has been a possible raccoon
den in the corner for six or eight years.
Today was the day I decided to tackle it,
hoping not to find a beaver dam or a
tiger den.
One tiny corner that turned into a mammoth mountain
of stuff that I have spent years throwing into a taller pile.
There are bags, boxes, purses, backpacks, and some hidden
plastic containers in there somewhere. Last week I threw
about one eight of it on the bed, so I would be forced
to take action, to get started.
I did not though because the bed pile overwhelmed me,
took all my energy. Depleted me so hard and fast, I promptly got
physically sick. Maybe as an excuse to not do it? This morning
it was grinning at me wickedly from the bed. Sapping my energy,
and my strength.
It is weird that when I lug this stuff home I have high aspirations for it.
But just dragging it in usurps all my energy. It has sat here glaring at
me for years. I start going through it rapidly the first few hours.
Then I decide to try to nap, but I cannot rest. The only solution is to
take it all back to the resale store and give it back. A pattern I know well.